Switched to my left hand in the hand shake grip and my right in continental on backhand and a double semi-western on forehand.

Since I've made this switch I've played four times and haven't even come close to losing a set.

6-3, 6-2, 6-0, 6-0, 6-1, 6-3, 6-0, 6-1, 6-2, 6-0.

Mostly haven't even been serving good. But once the point gets going, I don't miss. And my opponents aren't hitting winners.

Almost too easy but not really hard competition. We shall see soon. Big tournament next weekend and JC, who I've never beat, in a couple weeks.

Also tried not taking a step on the serve today. Blah. That didn't work.

Having trouble coming to terms with "disowning" my family. This is due to memory issues for one. But also because it's so nice to pretend they weren't hell for the last 40 years. Would be nice to pangloss things. Certainly tried to, very hard, for decades. But all that bending over backwards just made them push harder and harder, till I had enough. And now it's like, wow, I put up with all that for decades?

So I have no parents/siblings now. But what did I use to have? Was that a family? Was that ever a family? They were at best just a blank. And generally far worse. I was crushed by them. And now I'm just an echo of what I once was.

Really what a horror my childhood was. What unspeakable shit they all always were to me. All memories of my youth are tinged in red. And they never quit since then. Barbarians. Poor me. Should just have gotten away so much sooner. But I forget. It's so nice to pretend. To pangloss.